My thoughts on how Burns would deal with a modern-day problem.
My life is like a tangled hose
That’s sprung a leak in June :
My hose was left all winter long,
Outside and now it’s doomed.
As screwed art thou, my green green pipe
A drouth my plants have and I :
I’ll need to replace you now, my hose,
Afore they all gang dry.
Till a’ the flowers gang dry, my hose,
Ma lassie is hoofin me up the bum :
But I cannae fix the leak in ma pipe,
So the tap o’ life can run.
And fare thee weel, my only hose,
And fare thee weel de noo !
As Amazon’s been with a new green pipe
To feed her flowers and save a row.
(Copyright 2019) Pedro BatPoet
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